The Concord Deathclaw
This post is like getting punched in the chest four consecutive times and being surprised about it every single time.
staff hasn’t banned this yet huh
I can’t breathe whenever I see this
Universe’s Greatest Mysteries
1. My eternally dirty glasses.
How? I don’t even touch them.
How?!
i hate that i’m so absent as a person. i don’t start conversations. i can barely maintain them. i’m so weary and spaced out all the time to the point where i can’t even keep up small talk and i’m just so disappointed in myself
If this ain’t the damn truth.
R'lyeh Beckons, by James Pinkett, via ArtStation.